This too shall pass

what happened of enlightenment
the sage of copenhagen laments
the light of an age rests in plunder
stepping on promises abandoned over transient wonders

the last of his blunts was burnt out
his often clairvoyant eyes, now weary in self-doubt
chasing the trail of an illusive scent
in stark dilemma his strength was spent

his face flushed in mistrust
poised to strike, if he must
the veins on his arms holding back a swelling storm
to his own accord his thoughts would not conform

the wind on his face,
still made him to contemplate
this too shall pass, said the sun on his back
poetry on his mind was bebop,
trap smack

from Poetry Shelf – Let me love

However wiser and a year older
As austere April arrived in a smoulder
to find us sewing our lives together
with the thread of the daily humdrum
what our wishful thinking will again
have It all over undone

Before the monsoon clouds come rolling in
and cast their shadows like a zepplin
before the rain, the gentle rain
becomes the ominous downpour
the may queen, the indian summer
surged in on an encore

and the rain came tumbling down
drowning in its cold embrace
every deluded soul on the streets,
every weary brick in the town
and so it said, as legends go
to the scorn of skies above
In a gentle cry, the earth replies
‘Let me love’
‘Let me love’

from Poetry Shelf -The day ambles along…

The day ambles along
amidst sore muscles
and fingers made headstrong
by black coffee, or redbull
or some other angry fix
that could be made into a Johnny Cash song.

The hours trickle by in fixation
like water off a duck’s back,
time spent in search of intent
the day ambles along submerged in classical music
Johann Sebastian Bach, Debussy, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, among others Beethoven frequents.

The arrangements too sweet
for my mind to shake off its numbness.
Life served out in paper cups
dialogues, word-counts, made complete in conceit.
The day ambles along however,
Hitherto fuelled by a dirty dose of rhythm and beats.